It was 7:30 in the morning, a worried Christopher was passing through the hall with a phone in his hand. His shorts were the only things covering his body and the upper half was naked. A frown decorated on his face, brows knotted and face muscle tense in worry. His hand was holding the phone tightly and his worried eyes were lingering in the phone screen which showed 26 calls that he made to Lucas’s, but the younger didn't pick up. Apart from that, he also left him thousands of messages asking him about his whereabouts, but it was not even being delivered, he was on the stand by. Christopher moved a hand in his hairs and tried to call one more time. It was of no use as the operator spoke up that the phone is switched off. Christopher didn't want to leave a voice mail as he was worried and wanted to talk in person, wanted to hear his friend telling him that he is okay. Throwing the phone on the couch, he went to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water. He couldn't sleep well
The breakfast however went soon, and Lucas was ready to leave. He stood up, handed his plate and glass to Christopher and walked to the door. "Best of luck shorty." He shouted making Christopher come out and glare at him. "Volkov!" Knowing that he has successfully irritated his friend, Lucas waved his hand and left the apartment. "Fucker." "Christopher." Miles's soft voice made him turn. He saw Miles smiling a bit and then he engulfed him in a hug. "Best of luck for today.""Thanks Bear. I feel so good now, you can always make me calm just by your smile." Christopher said and pinched his cheeks. "Why are you up so early today by the way? Rest, I'll finish this up—-" "I wanted to go to school. That's enough holidays." Miles said lowly. "But there are still few days." "I'll talk to my teacher; I can't stay home anymore please. And I'm okay, I'll take care of myself i promise." Miles assured him. "Please." "But—-""I talked to Jammy too, he was also asking me why am i taking too m
Miles entered the school gate still bit hesitated and surprised by the way Lucas was behaving. He can never forget how Lucas panicked the other day. And how he was so soft with him while talking just today. While thinking he didn't know where he was going, the ding of his phone made him halt in his track. Fishing it out of his pocket he looked at the phone screen. It had a message from Sara. Sara "I'll be late, make sure you make a good excuse to my supervisor. And don't get in any trouble. Robin said he had an extra class today, so he'll be free by 10 minutes. Till then find yourself a good company. I just woke up, will be there in 30. Miles Be careful on your way. I'll tell your supervisor. Sara Oh, you are an angel. Today's lunch on me, anything you want. See you school. Miles read her message and smiled. Closing the app, he was about to put his phone back in his pocket when he remembered that he said to Callie that he'll share picture when he'll wear his shirts.
Lucas still couldn't get the lying flat body of Miles out of his head. The dread he heard in his voice, maybe it was always there, maybe Miles was always afraid, he can hear the similarity in Miles's voice since before. When he was rude to him, when he troubled him, in the car, when Moura tried to.......every time it was same dread. If only he knew that he gave others the impression that they can do anything to any student, make their life hell anyway they want."I'll drop you at the main gate and don't you fucking dare cling to me in the school. I don't want a weirdo at my tail. Stand at the gate when i tell you and I'll pick you from there. You don't know me in the school. Understood."He never liked him, was it really the hate or something else? "I-I received the text......i-i though i-t wa-s you.""Whoever will text you will be me? Did you have my number?""N-No." "Then use this thing. I said clearly, I'll call you. You already are enough pain in my ass, stop troubling others.
9 year old child, kicked open the door of his house, walked inside, looking around. It wasn't really his house; his house didn't look like this. But he used to live at this place, just around the children playground, there was his house. "Is this my house, unc— sir?" He turned to the driver who brought him back. "Yes." The man gave one word answer only and then darted his eyes back to the ground. He helped Lucas walk up to the stairs and stood beside the gate. He knocked, the guard looked at them and then the door opened. And the livings room and the inner of the house was even more beautiful than outside. Then he saw a portrait, it was a family portrait, but who was the woman standing beside his father. He hasn’t seen her before, it was the first time he was looking at her face. And he wasn't there as well? What kind of family picture was it where so many people who are part of this family yet still not in the picture. "Mr. Volkov, you are free to anything until senior Mr. Vo
"Mr Theo, please stay still. You need to take the medicine, or your health will be bad." Lucas's trance broke when he heard the nurse say. He looked at the room and saw Miles resisting to take the injection. Let them help you, please. "Let go of me." Miles was trying to break free from Willie's hold. And the nurse was trying to calm him down. Just when he was about to move, he saw Robin entering the room. He went away earlier when Willie talked to him. "Millie." He said softly. And Miles looked at him. "Let me out of here please. They are trying to kill me." Miles cried. "They aren't trying to kill you, they are helping you, these injections are necessary for your health." Robin replied. Lucas didn't know he was already walking toward the wing where Miles was. Hearing Robin, Lucas wanted to slap him across the face. "Round Glasses!" He said in his deep threatening vocals. And in no time the room went silent, Miles stopped struggling. Lucas tried to do with love, but Mi
It was quiet disturbing for every student who witnessed the wrecked condition of the red headed boy, of the school bully. Watching him cry like that was new for the students, they have always seen him angry, always seen him a powerful being, but watching him crying like that was not what they imagined. Specially for Miles. Lucas has been his worst nightmare. Never have he ever thought that Lucas would crumble down like this, that he will see this side of Lucas. It's been a whole day, but Miles couldn't muster up the power to forget what happened in the gym yesterday. Lucas didn't go home yesterday. He don't know where was he but when he went back home he saw Christopher leaving the house and telling him the he should lock the door properly, and that it might get late for him to come back so Miles should make himself something to eat. And then when he woke up today, he didn't see Christopher at home. That means where ever he went, it was quiet far from here. And while leaving f
"Luca." He whispered softly. It's been almost a day and Lucas is still so out of his shape. Lucas was not conscious. He was, but it was for such short time, he just went unconscious again. Since yesterday, he didn't wake up. Christopher went to collect the dead body. He saw how badly the wrists were slashed. That proved that it wasn't the first time Volkov tried to kill himself. He came back at 1 am at night. He didn't come back home; he knew Lucas is at Moura’s, so he went there. The funeral was held last at night, the bodies condition was not to be kept for morning. At the funeral hall, Lucas was in so bad condition that he couldn't even stand up without a shoulder to support him. "This man here, Alexander Volkov, is my father, used to be my father. He was a bad father, very bad father. He didn't know how to give his love, how to show that he loves someone. He was never successful in showing me how much he loved me. And i hate him. I've hated him throughout my whole life
2 and half year ago. "Mr Volkov, how are you feeling today?" Said the lady dressed in mustard turtleneck. Her voice soft and welcoming. She soflty gazed her hand over Lucas's hair and smiled when Lucas's face broke into warm smile. "I'm Good." He replied. He saw his therapist giving him another warm smile in return. He likes it, the way she smiles, how she always smiles and never once gets irritated by him or shows an expression. "Three words again, that's a progress." She stretched her hand up for a high-five. Lucas took some time but then clapped it. "You?" Lucas asked. He saw the lady stopped turning pages and looked at him. He felt like he stepped a line or something. He lowered his eyes back to his lap. "Im good, great actually, happy." She smiled. "And you know why?" She asked. Lucas looked up, kept watching her and then darted his eyes off. "No." "Because of you, you make me happy." She replied and Lucas's face broke into another smile, this time even the teeth w
"Lucas Volkov, you have a visitor." The sentence alone was enough to fill his body with dread. He never felt all these feelings but now he understands how must it felt to Miles every time he ganged up to assassinate him. Since yesterday— after the court session— he couldn't get the desperate cries and the last glimpse of Miles's face put of his imagination. "Whu-Who is it?" He dared to asked. He wanted to know, he prayed it should be Christopher or James or anyone but not the lady. "You'll see. Now get your ass out here before i drag you out with a chain around your neck." The officer was not in a good mood, he never been. Lucas tried to test his luck, he was sure if the woman didn't come in last two days that means she won't be here today as well, he gave a last look to both his friends who were sitting in there corners not saying a word. "Hurty up!" And he was yanked by his arm resulting in hitting his elbow to the bar. "Put your hands out." The officer didn't even let h
It's very common to feel guilty or ashamed once you see the consequences of your doings, it's common to see people loosing their shit when they come to know ghat what they just did could coast him their life, but Josh isn't one of them. Here, among all these days knowing very well that it was him actually who was responsible for a death of an innocent being, he wasn't ashamed or guilty at all. "You don't feel it?" He turned to see Mortin standing behind him. He just came back meeting his brother and Josh knows what's coming. "Feel what?" He still had the nerve to ask. "The guilt, dread that you killed a human!" Mortin pushed him making his back hit the wall. "Keep you hands in control!" He took a dominant step forward and towered over Mortin. "Why? Huh? Why should i? You never kept your hand to your pocket, so why should i? I didn't do anything still here i am...... i lost everything because of you!!" He lounged forward and punched Josh on his face. Since the last hearin
Moura never left Lucas's side. He sat beside the bed where Lucas was sleeping. His hand in his hair, slowly moving in smooth circles, trying to calm down Lucas. "What's happening to you?" He slowly whispered. He can see Willie don't care what was happening here. He has cut himself off from this cell, from them. "I'm afraid to lose you, Luca." He saw Lucas felt uncomfortable for a bit so he stretched his hand back a little. His gaze however never left the males face. "Did you ever thought that what you do to other can come back to you as well? Did you guys ever believe in Karma?" Moura's looked back at Willie whose questioning gaze pierced his soul. "Like you guys ever thought that you can be vulnerable too, you can be afraid too?" He questioned again. "Willie, if you can't do—-" "How does it feel to be outnumbered and always afraid?" He cut Moura off. "I'm not outnumbered!" "You literally are sitting in jail and you are charged of murder. Still?" "I did not kill—-" "Y
Lucas was taken back to his cell. The officer practically threw him in the room making him bump to the ground and hiss slightly. "I never wanted to hate you, Lucas. But now i do..... more than you think. Your reason was all emotional but it was senseless and absurd." "I'm sorry." Lucas circled an arm around his own body. His shaking body started to feel numb. He had so much to talk to Christopher, but one glance at his pale sick face made everything worse. Christopher hate him......he said he never wanted to.....but he hate him now. Lucas expected a mock from Willie, a hand on his shoulder from Moura but nothing came. He dared to lift his head and look around, it isn't his cell, it's not the same cell where he was taken last time. This room is small, and doesn't even have a window, or a bed......there's nothing. It's an isolation cell. This made Lucas panic, he felt his heart beating so fast and his breathing was heavy as well. Too many memories got triggered. "Keep it down,
James was sitting in the living room. His hair longer than usual, his eyebrows knotted, his hands clutching a glass of water that Cal handed him a few minutes ago. "The medicine is till there, and you are still staring at the void." Cal's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "How's he now?" James asked Cal. "Still the same. Not even close to get back his consciousness. Doctor said, they'd have to keep him under observation for one more day." Cal replied settling beside James and bending forward to give him the medicines. "I don't get it. Why is all this—- i never wanted to come here, they went and—— I don't know what to even think." James huffed not actually knowing what should he do. "The first trial is in two days. Before that, Christopher was supposed to visit the jail, Lucas-ssi appealed to meet him before the court trial." Cal told him. "All of them are together. Millie will never get the Justice at their hands." James whispered slowly. "It's not what it look like.
Lucas's whole body felt frozen to the single spot. The mare voice of Zoye as soon as she entered the hall was enough to grip his toe and tie them to the ground. "I'm here to announce that Josh and his gang is arrested for bullying and killing Miles. Also, i have an arrest warrant Lucas Volkov, Min Moura, and Jung Wiallsome. Please, arrest them." These next words of Zoye pulled him out of his shock and initiated a state of panic in him. Everybody knows, everyone know......Christopher, James, every student.....all of them know now. He turned back to see Moura was as panicked as he was and he was as still as he was. His reputation was also at risk, the coach, the faculty of the school bullying students.......too bad. Then there's Willie, neither panicked nor reacting. His hands already in front of him, stretched for a police office to cuff him. Run, hide, run away or else.... Lucas's mind was a mess. He should run, getting caught by the police officer will only add more problems.
The car ride to the school was silent. No one said anything. Christopher was driving with James on the passenger seat, and Cal, Lucas, and Alicia in the back. Not a single words was exchanged between them. Once they reached school, Lucas lead them to the principal office. "Welcome, Mr. Theo." The principal shook hand with James and welcomed them all after. They sat down and the principal asked for juice. The ceremony started soon after. The great hall of the school was filled with people. Miles's picture was placed in the middle of the stage and it was surrounded by the flowers and bouquets. Many wishes were also placed by the students and his class fellows. Miles's name was written by the candles. He was honoured by praises and many prayers were asked in his name. The principal also acknowledged that Miles was the bright student and shared that he wished to see Miles grow in a great person he was. The hall was filled with claps and many of Miles's friend cried while talking a
James and Cal were sitting in the living room of Lucas's house. The owner of the house was busy cooking. The aroma of delicious food was revolving inside the house. "How are you feeling now?" Cal softly placed a hand over Lucas's hand and asked. "Burden." James whispered. "We should go back..... this city isn't for us." "Jammy—-" "Millie, must have felt like this also. Staying at somebody else's house, being all alone in this city....... He must have felt equally suffocated." James looked at Cal. His red eyes proving the amount of hurt he's feeling. "Millie loved Christopher, he was so close to him. And isn't just anybody....... You've seen him, he grew up in front of you. Christopher was Miles's soul mate, his best friend. Please stop burdening yourself from these thoughts." Cal didn't know what to do. Ever since Miles died, James has develop and unexplainable hatered towards Christopher. He doesn't even wants to see his face. Last night when Christopher dropped them here, a